In The Dark Of Day

hive mind

-breathe.

He can't breathe. He needs to breathe. He can't.

He wants to scream. He has to scream. He doesn't. He won't.

He can't move. Nothing works. Nothing moves.

Everything's empty. Everyone's gone. Alone. No family. No friends. No one. Alone alone alone alone and gone.

They're killing me. They're going to kill me. Oh God. Someone help me please someone

Embarrassed. Ashamed. His own reactions making him turn against himself, hate himself for what he was thinking. Wanting. Doing. Not doing.

There's no one there. There's no one there.

There's never anyone there.

There are things in the floor, in the air. Things that touch him, that want him that hate him. Things that crawl and things that walk. Gray things, blue things, disgusting and horrifying. Things that slither and things that claw.

But there's no one there. There's never anyone there.

Let me out let me go let me go where am I where is everyone let me out

Let them in. They want in. They'll take care of you, be with you, make you happy, love you, be your friend, take care of you, love you, there's nothing but bliss. Nothing but happiness. Nothing but being part of the same mind the same being the same

hive.

There's no one there. There's nothing there. There's nothing clawing and there's nothing holding him down and there's nothing touching him at all.

There's nothing there.

He wants to scream.